Short Jacque Poems
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No one will ever forget when we transition to a global Resource Based Economy,
but I will never forget the man and what he meant to me.
Happy Birthday Jacque, rest peacefully.
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Jacque Fresco
March 13, 1916 – May 18, 2017
Amanda is thirteen
Claims she wants to be an individualist
Has pink and purple hair because Monica does
Wears her shirts tied at the waist like Jacque
Has fake tattoo sleeves like Erica
Had to have sparkly pink boots like Meeme
We keep waiting for her individualism to appear
So far,
Nothing….
She scours the globe
With a culturally diverse appetite
Her lustful journey
Juan…Vino…Butch…Jacque...Rami...Pierre
No country is off limits
No country is safe
Her lustful journey
*For David's Dish contest
My blou bul “girl”
Sy gee my die “thrill”
Sy is die ene,
Sy het die mooste bene.
Die een vir wie ek lewe.
Sy is my alles.
Baie beter as Jacque Kallis
Die rede hoekom ek slaap,
En opstaan in die oggend.
Ek sal haar die wereld gee,
Saam met die groot blou see.
Haar van is Kyle.
Sy het die pragtigste smile.
A long and hectic day
Incomprehensible voices all around
I walk to the waters edge
Then a splash and all is calm
The water washes off
All cares, pressure, nerves
The rhythmic motion of legs and arms
Working together
Synchronized
All I hear is the soft lull of water
Rushing past my ears
My heart beat
In time with my stroke
And all is well
In my sweet watery world
-Jacque Graham
On this day in the year of 2017,
a very great and inspirational man was lost to many.
I regretfully never met the man,
but he has helped me in ways that no one can possibly imagine,
including, but not limited to, my life long struggle with depression.
If I had only one wish, it would be to personally thank him.
Rest Peacefully My Friend.
Jacque Fresco
March 13, 1916 - May 18, 2017
Jacque Fresco was a man who truly never liked being thanked for anything.
He changed so many lives for the better just from his counseling,
and most would thank him endlessly with tears of appreciation,
but he would always respond in all sincerity to all of them.
"Please do not thank me," he would say with the sincerest of truthfulness,
"Please just go out there and help somebody else."
Linda, you think that too?
I did not want to tell you, but since Jacque did.
Wait a second! You think I have road rage?
I have known them both for almost 60 years, but
they still betray me,
creeping at me with judgements, pretending to "help me"
Two childhood friends, doing a road rage intervention.
I am incredulous,
argumentative,
irritated,
ready to pack their stuff for them, and push them out the door.
I hope they will like their little 4 mile hike back to my house.